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A few years ago, there was a guy in my hometown who got stabbed to death. He managed to crawl (out on to a main road, no less) but he bled to death before anyone got to him. Since its a college town, and everyone wanted to pretend like they knew him, a bunch of people left candles and painted messages and whatnot on the sidewalk where he died. (Which is how everyone in town knows the exact spot he died on...pretty creepy in and of itself.)

So, a few months ago I was walking home after a night shift, and was walking past this spot. Now, admittedly, I love scary stories, and I tend to scare myself (especially when alone, or at night, or in an 'unsafe' setting...) but I swore I heard this creepy skritching sound. It sounded like fingernails clawing across concrete (at least to my mind, which as I have said, tends to work overtime in the 'scare me into pooping myself' department). I turned around, expecting a dried leaf to be slowly blowing across the ground, because I don't actually believe in the supernatural. But there was nothing there.

Now, I am sure that there was a rational explanation for this. But I never found out what it was, since I am pretty sure I managed to run a good half a mile in the next ten seconds or so. Still, creepy all the same.


Also, this one is just my mind being paranoid, but also worries me. A few years ago a friend got electrocuted while working on a toaster. Now, this guy was one of the smartest dudes I have ever met, and if he was working with it while it was plugged in, there was a damn good reason. Still, accidents happen, and he died. But now, every time I see a toaster I get the chills. Like it wants to get me or something.

Jimsolo wrote:A few years ago, there was a guy in my hometown who got stabbed to death. He managed to crawl (out on to a main road, no less) but he bled to death before anyone got to him. Since its a college town, and everyone wanted to pretend like they knew him, a bunch of people left candles and painted messages and whatnot on the sidewalk where he died. (Which is how everyone in town knows the exact spot he died on...pretty creepy in and of itself.)

So, a few months ago I was walking home after a night shift, and was walking past this spot. Now, admittedly, I love scary stories, and I tend to scare myself (especially when alone, or at night, or in an 'unsafe' setting...) but I swore I heard this creepy skritching sound. It sounded like fingernails clawing across concrete (at least to my mind, which as I have said, tends to work overtime in the 'scare me into pooping myself' department). I turned around, expecting a dried leaf to be slowly blowing across the ground, because I don't actually believe in the supernatural. But there was nothing there.

Now, I am sure that there was a rational explanation for this. But I never found out what it was, since I am pretty sure I managed to run a good half a mile in the next ten seconds or so. Still, creepy all the same.


Also, this one is just my mind being paranoid, but also worries me. A few years ago a friend got electrocuted while working on a toaster. Now, this guy was one of the smartest dudes I have ever met, and if he was working with it while it was plugged in, there was a damn good reason. Still, accidents happen, and he died. But now, every time I see a toaster I get the chills. Like it wants to get me or something.

Pennywise is watching you from the slots in the toaster....

So, this happened while I was camping the other day. My family was all in bed, with me and my brother on one side of our popup camper, my parents on the other. While my family was asleep, my stomach has problems were it will just start burning at random times, which is usually satiated by eating/drinking something or taking tums. Anyway, every time my brother breathed out, I heard what sounded like someone was walking on gravel, getting closer to the campsite. At first I didn't think anything of it, because there was a gravel road right next to us and someone was probably just going to the bathroom, right? Well, it started to get closer and closer, to the point where there was no way it was on that road. My brother would stop breathing heavily, and then this sound would disappear. It eventually got to the point where this footstep on gravel sound was coming from right outside my door, but then it stopped.

We were in a grass campsite, and I heard gravel footsteps outside my door

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I was on a religous retreat with my church. One night, they had a service much like on old catholic service. There was wine being served, as some of the churches used wine, and others grape juice (good subsitute). The wine and grape juice were in little almost shot cups. The were unmarked, and I took what I thought to be grape juice (dont like wine, as alchohal has always disgusted me. I plan to drink onceon my 21st birthday, then never again). I gulped down the purple liqued VERY quickly. It was wine. Not waterd down either. So I had just took a shot of wine. There was much singing in latin, both before and after the drinking. Before I had just sang normaly for me (which is quietly, so no one can here me. Embarresed of my singing voice) but after, I sang louder and deeper then I thought I could. Not drawing attention, but I was kind of hunched over, in a haze. After the singing, I felt like I was gunna be sick and pass out. I told our youth pastor that after the wine I wasnt feeling so good. He thought I might be alergic and let me step outside for some fresh air (we were in the mountains, so it was some damn good air). Stood outside just looking at the stars for about twenty minutes, felt better, and came back inside. Felt fine for the rest of the night, only a little tired, untill about ten o clock. Then, as I was sitting in the dinning hall playing cards, when I got the feeling our room had someone in it that wasnt supposed to be there. I jumped up, put on my jacket, and ran back to the room to find no one there. I still couldnt shake the feeling that someone was there. For the rest of the night, it felt like something was in the room. I went to back to go to bed about eleven. I walk in, brush my teeth, and sit down on my friends bed to get dressed. Then I feel pure terror. One minute fine, next minute, I AM GOING TO DIE! So I am sitting there, part of me wanting to run, but a bigger part wanting to stand and fight. I look around for something to use, and I find a ball point pen, which I hold as a make shift knife. I sit back on the bed, and see the door connecting our room to another shake, like someone was opening it. I am sitting straight up for the next hour, braced to sprint at the first thing to walk through that door and take it down.
Nothing happened, so I went to bed with all my clothes one, on top of the sheets. It was just a panic thing, as I was tired and scared. I was on top bunk, so it would be harder to get off the bunk if I was in the sheets. *(Note that from this point on, I was not awake. This IS second hand information)* About One A.M., the other two people in my room come in from the mess hall. Aparently I shot straight up and flew off the bunk, bright red, screaming at them, then I put my fingers in my ears and fell over. They helped me get back into my bunk. The red part is actualy easy to explain, as I have some sort of thing that gives my skin a red tint. Belived to be a milk allergy, we never had it tested. I was bright red however sounds a little strange. I dont remeber any of this.

A few days latter(five), I was sitting in my health class, and I got the same feeling of terror. Just started looking around. Then I flet a hand on my shoulder. Not a light hand either. It was heavy. I jumped two feet in the air and spun around. No one else seemed to see me do it, and it hasnt happened since.

Citizen Prime, when I read that elevator mention all I could imagine was a terminator coming out with a shotgun!

Get down!

Damn, freaky stuff!

I've had a few freaky experiences scuba diving at night, mostly from having a fish rub against your leg or something, but once while diving over a wreck in Truk Lagoon, I totally freaked out.

It was the last dive of the day and I was cruising over the side of a big sunken japanese transport ship with all these big window sections cut along the side. About halfway along my light died and my buddy was about twenty meters away taking photos. I touched down on the side of the wreck next to one of the windows, which is on the floor for me and start fiddling with the torch, trying to get it to work and as I bang away on it I start thinking about where I actually am, twenty meters underwater on a wreck where a lot of people drowned to death and then I try to put it from my mind. I slap the torch one last time and it fires up only to reveal a huge moray eel right up in my face. The bastards actually arent that aggressive, but they breath with thier mouths and his was wide open taking a 'breath' of water!

I screamed outloud and ended up dropping my torch into the window, all I could think was 'LICTOR!!!'

Damn 40K!

^
This.

I remember going scuba diving on a wreck just off Costa Rica. They always say be wary about sharks in the area, as hammerheads tend to shoal up around where we were. Anyways, iv'e never been afraid of sharks, in fact, im pretty fascinated by them, and i plan on making a career as a marine biologist. So i was down on the hull of this big ol' tanker that had been made into an artificial shoal, and i was taking a picture of a bit of coral, and it occurred to me that the fish had all disapeered. Which as you can guess is pretty odd, cos it was teeming with fish abut 20 seconds ago. So, as i look left and right, i notice my diving partner staring straight behind me. Part of me now wishes i didnt turn, but i did.

A four metre Hammerhead was floating about 2ft from where i was. It swam around me a couple of times then sodded off again. Probably most scary moments of my life, as hammerheads circle potential pray.

Was scary stuff and no mistake.

Once had a radio alarm clock turn on... I couldn't get it to turn off... so i unplugged it... it stayed on. I was like 14.

Freaked me out. I kept it. Turns out later when I learned about electronics... there was some sorta explanation for it.

This clock radio was one of the first ones to originally "keep" time after a power outage... But then it shorted... didn't cause a fire... but made it so it would stay on for a short while with out being plugged in.

a few years back My dad got me a small television for in my room. Then, that same day the television was set up, we saw the movie "The ring'" for the 1st time. you know those scenes where the screens starts "snowing" right? And then that monster comes out yes? Well I don't know why but every time I go to bed and everything is pitch black around me, the television screen stays grey. I don't know why, there wasn't any light coming into my room. The television wasn't even plugged in and the screen was grey. That night I really freaked out. I was like 11 or 12 And I thought that monster was coming after me. I still have that tv and it's still grey when there is no light coming into my room. But I don't mind it now.

Assuming its a standard CRT TV...
The phosphor coating the back of the screen tends to stay energised (aka slightly glowy) for a while after the tv has been used.

that's the point I haven't used that tv for over 2 years. It isn't even plugged in and it still glows (after 2 year!)

Vorlon wrote:Assuming its a standard CRT TV...
The phosphor coating the back of the screen tends to stay energised (aka slightly glowy) for a while after the tv has been used.

I get the same thing with the old CRT TV in my bedroom, sometimes the light last for a few seconds, other times quite a bit longer. I will quite often lay there at night wishing for a girl to crawl out of the TV, creepy or not I'm not fussy.

Look, there is a very rational explaination for these so called "Weird" TV light things.




It's called ectoplasm.

This year, my birthday is a Friday the 13th, so I am expecting something to happen during that time.

Wish me luck, and if I don't post after then, da gremlins got me.

Good luck ya crazy heretic.

You lot seem pretty fresh so let me recant to you a tale of my family's dreaded blood curse.

For years my family has been taking an annual trip to Cherokee, North Carolina. It's one of the reservations set up for Native Americans to be put in after the Trail of Tears, because not all Cherokee made that trek many stayed hidden in the mountains. How this relates to me and my bloodline is that my Grandfather is half Cherokee, making me an 8th Cherokee. I'm blooded enough to hold tribal counsel, draw benefits (if I actually wanted/needed them) and put down Native American on the "Race" line when I apply to things (Which I don't do). Now Cherokee isn't exactly all that fun. It has a single casino, a ton of little whole in the wall gift shops, some museums and a few other oddities. It's an hours drive from funner things though- so that is a consolation.

What makes this trip so vital to the survival of both my blooded relatives and I is our shared curse. Every time someone who is blooded in the family misses the vacation things 'happen'. Lori's first marriage ended in a bloody battle the year she didn't come (the battle occurred the week we were gone), Allen was booted from school and reintroduced to hard drugs the year he was gone, Monika lost her leg, John-John hung himself, Grandfather got cancer, Grandmother got cancer, Sheila was arrested for D.U.I. and jailed, Catherine was diagnosed suddenly with a long lasting genetic malformation and the youngest Catherine (on her first missed vacation) was killed by a semi-truck mysteriously speeding through a dead end neighborhood. Now you might chalk a majority of these up to "Dude your family is just a bunch of southern hick red necks" but I have to rebut that that is indeed not the case. We are a generally intelligent and educated bunch. This also just looks like a long list of bad things that randomly happen to good people, but when you set it all up in a timeline marking the events of each person.. it's eerie how missing the annual attunement to our ancestral homeland has cut down so many of us.

I was actually speaking with my father just the other evening. I said "I don't think I'm gonna make it to Cherokee this year, I don't really like going. Kelsey still goes and that's weird for me her being friends with Cat and all. And I just don't think I can make it too long because of school and work" he replied dead serious faced "What about the curse?". I honestly never used to think about it until my father held it so sacred, he isn't part of the blooded side of the family but he knows how important it is for us to attend. But still.. I honestly don't like going.. this may be the first year I won't be taking a girlfriend along so I'm still thinking of tempting the curse.

huh.

That's incredibly heavy and unfortunate.

Anyone ever hear of Bunnyman Bridge?

Nope.
Ever hear of Skyline Drive?

Typeline wrote:I'm still thinking of tempting the curse.

This goes back to what has been said before, BE CAREFUL out there when curses and the like are involved.
Good luck man.

The Fox Lord wrote:Nope.
Ever hear of Skyline Drive?

There is a place where I used to live called Skyline Drive, what's so special about it?

The scariest thing that happened to me was i was at my friends sleepover and everyone was asleep apart from me and we had been watching lord of the rings and we turned it off ages ago and i suddenly say a dark hooded figure turn the tv back on and i was so terrified i turned the lights on but it turned out to be my friend in his sleeping bag taking the film out... it scared the pants off me...

Slarg232 wrote:

The Fox Lord wrote:Nope.
Ever hear of Skyline Drive?

There is a place where I used to live called Skyline Drive, what's so special about it?

The Skyline I'm talking about is in southern California. Lets put it this way, its a Make-Out Point were everybody clears out before 10pm. Place is bad mojo, major bad mojo.

The other night (right after reading the entirety of this thread mind you), My girlfriend and I had just gone to bed, so my mind was still winding down as it were, when suddenly the sound system our TV was plugged in to started up for about 5 seconds, the sound system that doesnt make any noise unless the TV is on, which it was not (or at least shouldnt have been, it was off when we went to bed, and off when I got up to investigate)

Needless to say I went through every room of the house, turning the lights on before entering, and making doubly sure that the sound system (which was turned on, my GF said she forgot to turn it off) and TV were off.

Not really anything super creepy, just quite odd, and somewhat unnerving given I had been reading this thread.

Also, the TV was faulty - most of the time when it turned on it didn't display anything except blocks of colour on the entire screen, going from purple to green to blue to red to 4 horizontal bars, and one time I joked that it must be possessed, and threatened it that I would fetch a bible, and it started working...sorta glad that TV is gone now...

Other than that, I don't believe I have had a *proper* supernatural experience, although I do occasionally get the "something is wrong here feeling", my GF is a believer though, and my mum said she has seen the spirits of dead relatives when my sister was a baby, because they had died before she was born, and wanted to see her.

del'Vhar wrote:Needless to say I went through every room of the house, turning the lights on before entering, and making doubly sure that the sound system (which was turned on, my GF said she forgot to turn it off) and TV were off..

Cause you never know, there might just be a gremlin in your house.

del'Vhar wrote:And one time I joked that it must be possessed, and threatened it that I would fetch a bible, and it started working...sorta glad that TV is gone now....

That is awesome and pretty damn creepy.

del'Vhar wrote:Other than that, I don't believe I have had a *proper* supernatural experience, although I do occasionally get the "something is wrong here feeling", my GF is a believer though, and my mum said she has seen the spirits of dead relatives when my sister was a baby, because they had died before she was born, and wanted to see her.

That's deep, your family wanting to see the new kid. That is pretty cool.

After reading this creepy thread, I thought I should contribute...

This was three years ago, and I was currently staying in my Cousin's house in Liverpool, England at the time.
This wasn't just any house, but was infact a 19th century terrace-house.
The house used to scare me, because I used to get funny feelings on the old landing, and footsteps would be heard from below in the living room.
Anyway, it was late at night, and the room was very hot, I woke-up due to a strange clammy feeling, as I raised my head, I was astonished to see a shadow lying/sitting at the end of my bed.
I was astonished by this, and gazed at it wearily, trying to rule out the fact that I was dreaming, only to discover I wasn't.
The entity appeared to be that of a sickly child in old-fashioned clothing, the child had dark skin with gruesome sores/cuts on his arms and face.
The child also appeared to be feverish and ill, yet it continued to stare at the wall.
At the time I felt s great sense of sorrow for the child, I wasn't really scared, because it felt natural.
I eventually fell asleep, and woke-up early to tell my family about the strange encounter, I was totally freaked out afterwards.

I was cruising over the side of a big sunken japanese transport ship with all these big window sections cut along the side.

See, already you've f-ed up big time. Who dives near wrecks like this? Seriously, what is that all about?

Now, I realize that people do it all the time, and some people even go inside the wreck, but let me assure you, this is the SCARIEST GODDAMN THING IN THE HISTORY OF SCARY, GOD and DAMN.

What is wrong with people?

It's a scientific fact that all shipwrecks are full of rotting corpses and sharks. Some also have animated rotting shark corpses.

But seriously, if you're in Truk, and this is a Japanese ship, you can pretty safely assume that there are at least a few dead dudes in the boat. Granted, they probably are long gone by now, but you're swimming around, all jolly, next to a boat that had corpses in it, for sure.

Again, this is not something you can do, and then come crying to the rest of us when you're killed by sea zombies. Especially because then you'd also be a sea zombie, but not in the sea.

Why can't you follow rules, sea zombie?

Phryxis wrote:Why can't you follow rules, sea zombie?

Nice! I haven't read this thread in awhile and I started reading your post Phryxis and I was thinking, who does this guy think he is, then I finshed it and cracked up laughing!

Brains...Brains....BRAINS....

Right so... In Greece every able bodied male has to spend a year doing military service. So there I am on a cold a cold spring night armed to the teeth doing sentry duty on the camp perimeter on a mountain somewhere . The place is pitch dark (no moon) but i know there is a ruin of an small instruction amphitheater 30 meters from my post (greek army regulations: you can't distance more than 50 metres from your post.) and no other cover. So there i am at about 3am boring myself to death. When i notice two little glows in the ruin, like ciggarettes being smoked. I advance carefully and when i got close (mind the ruin is actully shape like a 1.5 m tall 6m wide pile of debris) I light my torch and shout for identification.... There is nothing in the visibe ruin. Nobody... just two siggarette stubs down still smoking. No running feet, no sound other than bugs and an owl, nothing. I start feeling spooked and retreat to my post and radio the roving patrol to keep an eye out. Quite a tense change of shifts later and i go back to bed.
The next morning i was called by the Lt in charge of the watch and he asked me what i had seen to make me use the radio. I told him and he answered by telling me why the amphitheater is a ruin. It appears that during a break of a night drill a couple of Lts were enjoying a smoke out of the wind. Our M113s where parked on the ridge in a line awaiting orders, with the motor running and the infantry dismounted. So one of them got loose, got down the steep slope and crushed into the back of the amphitheater throwing a big block of concrete on the Lts who got crushed. I corroborated his story later and found out that the 2-4 shift on that post was considered a spooky post...
I am glad i left that place quickly...

Well, Bunnyman bridge is up around NoVa(northern virginia) and is supposedly haunted.

The story goes that anybody caught underneath the bridge at midnight will be killed and I think there has been some cases when this has come true. The killing is usually a slit of the throat, evisceration with a long cut down the middle, and the hanging from the bridge itself using either the vines on the bridge or the intestines of the victim.

Other cases have a man dressed in a bunny costume attacking people near the bridge or on the property by either smashing windshields or other sorts of mayhem.

While it is highly unlikely that this is true, nobody's really been willing to try it.

halonachos wrote:Well, Bunnyman bridge is up around NoVa(northern virginia) and is supposedly haunted.

The story goes that anybody caught underneath the bridge at midnight will be killed and I think there has been some cases when this has come true. The killing is usually a slit of the throat, evisceration with a long cut down the middle, and the hanging from the bridge itself using either the vines on the bridge or the intestines of the victim.

Other cases have a man dressed in a bunny costume attacking people near the bridge or on the property by either smashing windshields or other sorts of mayhem.

While it is highly unlikely that this is true, nobody's really been willing to try it.

I doubt the attacks near the bridge are "real", most likely being some crazy dude who thought it was funny to spook some people, but the other things sound creepy.